#sword journal

2.5 hour kings champion bear pit

Three hours of demo fighting

Still can't protect my face properly but I'm getting better at everything else

My roommate's cat, a cranky and mercurial beafte, arrives to inspect my form. Humouring the beafte, I gently boop her upon the muzzle. She parries the blade with respectable form. Thus she is this evenings drill partner.

She is, gratefully, indulgent enough to allow me to repeatedly tap her collar with my point (we are, of course, practicing form and neither speed nor power). She is also, gratefully, playful enough to continually move away from and bap the blade, keeping the drill from becoming rote and requiring continual readjustments.

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The girl is missing some parts. I was gifted a blade, and a hilt, and precious little else. They are in need of some cleaning and the rubber tip appears to have fused with the blade somehow, but otherwise what is present is in good condition. Some elbow grease and new pieces and she should be a fine addition to my arsenal.

The blade is a few inches longer than my previous weapon. I believe the blade is about 41" or 42" but it's difficult to tell precisely with the tip still on. The tang is shorter and the base is thicker, so I think she'll need a heftier pommel to counter-balance elsewise she'll be quite front heavy. She tapers quite strongly along the blade also, and I imagine that will effect blade control somewhat but I confess any assessment I made would be a guess. Some more wise in the ways of blade construction tell me what it signifies.

I've no budget for new parts at present. I shall be visiting my father tomorrow and he has a lathe that he has agreed to let me borrow. We'll fashion a new hilt in short order, and though it will not be the best piece, it will be a start. The pommel will take some time to source, so I suspect she may have a wing nut affixed and called sufficient until I can acquire something better.

In the meantime, I've elbow grease to spare. I've been semi-bedridden this week, having caught some dreadful malady of the lung whilst at war and my body itches for something other than laying in bed and coughing. So tonight I took out my sword sponge and took to scouring the metal.

The blade is much improved I think. There are still some marks, but I think it may take a sand blaster or the equivalent to work those out. My father owns such a creature, and I've a mind to run the hilt through it, but I doubt it will be big enough to fit all four feet of the blade in it. I'll use a chemical cleaner and then some oil to keep the grime for coming back. That will need to wait until after Father and I have finished manhandling the pieces tomorrow so as to spare me from having to clean it twice.

It should be weeks until my son arrives. Perhaps even days, if the sober warnings of our doctor bear out. I will be stepping back from fighting for a while. I suspect I will need to pause my sword journal as well as my tournament career as I tend to the boy. I shall still be at practices, though they will be fewer. I fear my time will not be what it was. It is well then that my final event before this change was also Queen's Champion.

My first bout was loss to a Master of Defense. I was praised by the spectators for not dying to his first attack as is so often the case, he being famed for a fast and long initial strike. Instead I tied up his blade and made him work to find openings. My second bout was a win against a Gentle who described themselves as new. They did not yet own an offhand, so I left mine on the side as well. I dealt with them handily.

My third fight was again against a Master of Defense. The first pass was a loss, but the second I was able to lock up his blades. I rotated into prima and over his guard. With a nimble drop of my tip, I came down and struck him on the collar bone. However, in the closing, my shield drifted just out of position. He was able to sneak a dagger past and caught me in the gut. It was a double and my loss. Except that I received praise for that strike for the rest of the day.

My fourth fight was against a White Scarf. She took both my arms in the first pass, and my leg on the second. While on the ground, I cleared her blade and made my strike, but my tip glanced off the visor of her helm instead of landing. In that tempo she struck back and I took another loss. My fifth fight was against a Knight of all things, but a cadet as well. In our first pass, I startled him and his reflexively struck me in chivalric style with a percussive blow that landed on my buttocks of all places. After three rounds--with him continuing to apologise for such an illegal blow all the while--I took only one point from him while stepping into his strike twice. Both of these fights I am cursing myself for such rudimentary failures. Point control and rushing: things I should have long ago trained out of. Alas, so it goes.

My final fight was against a Dear Friend. When I first joined the SCA, they were the one who taught me how to fight. They showed me how to spar, how to use the equipment, and what things like White Scarves even are. They were my first back then. They were my last fight now. I wanted to use Queen's Champion as proof of everything I learned these past three years. There was no better fencer to prove myself against than them. In truth, I hardly remember our passes. I could not tell you what tricks I used--only that I came in, kept my shield engaged, and struck. Two short passes and I had done it. I had defeated them in honourable combat before the Queen and everyone. I embraced my Dear Friend and related to them how much the victory meant and what it represented. They assured me we would fight again as we made one final trip to the lyst ministers.

I was elated. Perhaps the many MoDs and the Scarves of the day were yet beyond my skills, but none could deny how much my skills have grown. My closest companions were with me and congratulated me on my many good fights, I could finally doff my many layers of hot armour, and I could await court with a light heart.

I lost most of my fights last night. Practicing mostly with white scarves will do that. However, my technique was still an improvement over where it has been. I stepped into shots less, I made fewer impossible lunges, and I was less provoked by obvious bait. After our fights, one taciturn Gentleman took off his helmet and he had the biggest smile I've ever seen him wearing. I got a number of compliments on my performance last night. Even if I wasn't winning, I had still improved. I have been focusing on my defense these last few weeks and all three of the white scarves I fought remarked on the progress I've made.

Could I have performed better? Theoretically yes, were I a person with a better technique or physical conditioning. But had I improved from where I had been? The scarves seemed to think so. It's a matter of reframing what success looks like so you can truly know where you are on your path. To borrow some mathematical terms, kills are discrete but improvements are continuous: winning a fight is an arbitrary metric that doesn't have gradients of success--you either did or you didn't-- but improvements have infinitely many little success to mark them by. If I only gauge my progress by the fights I win, I miss all the little steps on my path that I've taken.